Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt.

Oh, I just the kind of woman who can walk over a man
I like a god damn marching band
She says, like literally, music is the air she
And the malaprops make me want to fucking
I wonder if she knows what that word means
Well, literally not that

Of the few main things I hate about her, one's her petty, vogue
Someone's been too many times they're beyond their years
By every of distinction she keeps around
And now every insufferable
Features her explaining the cosmos
Of which she's in the

Oh my God, I this never happens
Lately, I can't stop the wheels from
I feel so
When I fumble her buttons

She blames her excess on my influence but Hoovers all my drugs
I found her naked with her best in the tub
We sang "Silent Night" in three which was fun
Til she said she sounds just like Sarah Vaughan
I hate that soulful affectation white put on
Why don't you to the Delta?
I obliged later on when you me to choke ya